Weaving lives, whole cloth:
Pulling sturdy threads
Stitched through the tapestry
Of profanity-laced vulgarity
That decorates morning, noon, night.
Knitting snippets of genuineness
Slipped unaware, amidst blustering bravado,
Scattered school-girl silliness, hilarious hijinx.
Crocheting clues of heartache, betrayal, regret
Hidden amongst feigned nonchalance
Casually thrown in with hands of cards
Embroidering women in contexts real
Replacing carefully constructed facades,
Crafted caricatures, prison personas.
Cutting away cheap flimsy costumes,
She snips, pins, sews
Creates complex, textured realities
To people her strange new world.